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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Pretty Things to the jazz 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
DNA,
Ludus,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.