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 Malawi and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.