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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.