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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the rock 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.