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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.