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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.