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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.