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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Can,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.