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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the grime 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.