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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.