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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.