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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.