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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.