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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Fugs to the techno 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.