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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Monolake 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.