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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Darondo to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.