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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Jandek,
June Days,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.