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 Mali and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
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.