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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.