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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.