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 Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Flesh Eaters to the rap 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.