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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.