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 Korea North and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.