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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.