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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.