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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.