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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.