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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Nirvana to the jazz 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.