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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 clarinet 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.