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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Gong,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.