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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.