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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.