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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.