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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
The Names,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.