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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Swans,
Darondo,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.