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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 L. Decosne to the techno 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
The Gories,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
UT,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.