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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.