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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.