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 Estonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the punk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.