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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.