Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.