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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.