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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.