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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.