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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 harpsichord 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.