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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Neon Judgement to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.