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 Pakistan 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.