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 Barbados and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Durutti Column to the funk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
June Days,
Niagra,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.