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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fugazi to the crunk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.