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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Hasil Adkins 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Neu!,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.