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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.