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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 snare 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 Moss Icon to the disco 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.