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 Mauritius 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.