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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 Calgary and Halifax.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.