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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.