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 Lithuania 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
The Index,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
10cc,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.