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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Aaron Thompson 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Television,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.