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 Mexico and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics 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?
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.