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 Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Icehouse to the techno 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Swans,
X-101,
David Bowie,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
John Holt,
X-102,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.