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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.