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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Interpol to the techno 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.