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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Music Machine to the crunk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.