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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Surgeon to the rock 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.