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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Visage,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.