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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Cure 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Chrome,
The Fall,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.