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 Namibia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.