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 Zambia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.