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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.