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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.