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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.