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 Honduras and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.