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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Real Kids to the rock 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
The Names,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.