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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
UT,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.