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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Gories to the crunk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.