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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.