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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.