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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.