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 Chile and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Negative Approach to the jazz 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.