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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.