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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
The Names,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.