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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.