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 Suriname and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultravox to the disco 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart 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?
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
X-101,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.