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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Mark Hollis to the disco 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.