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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.