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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.