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 Argentina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.