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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.