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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Little Man to the techno 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.