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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the punk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Nico,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.