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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.