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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.