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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.