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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
The Names,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.