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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Cure,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.