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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.