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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Wire,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.