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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
UT,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Fear,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.