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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.