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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
The Names,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.