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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blues Magoos to the rap 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Organ,
Pagans,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.