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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Minor Threat to the rock 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Rakim,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.