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 France and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.