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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Glenn Branca to the funk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.