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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.