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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 JFA to the disco 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.