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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Television,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.