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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.