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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.