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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.