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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
UT,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.