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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.