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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Moebius to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.