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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 spring reverb 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.