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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.