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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Normal to the jazz 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.