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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.