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 Estonia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.