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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.