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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Lungfish to the grunge 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.