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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.