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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Skaos,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.