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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.