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 Hungary and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.