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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
The Fall,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.