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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Cluster,
The Names,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.