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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Visage,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.