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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Slave,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.