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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Germs to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.