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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.