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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Eddi Front to the dance 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.