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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Cramps to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.