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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.