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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
The Evens,
Can,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.