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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
JFA,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.