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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Magma,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.