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 Ivory Coast 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Swans to the funk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.