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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Organ,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.