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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pylon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.