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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.