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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.