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 Germany and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Human League to the punk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.