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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 guitar 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.