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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.