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 Iceland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 OOIOO 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.