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 Austria 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.