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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 DNA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band 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?
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.