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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.