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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fall to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.