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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Ten City,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.