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 Czech Republic 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.