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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.