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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 spring reverb 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.