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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Smog,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.