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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.