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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.