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 Poland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Television,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.