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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.