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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Zapp,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.