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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.