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 Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.