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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot 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?
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.