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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the jazz 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.