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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Television,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.