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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Agent Orange to the grime 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Wings,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.