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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 OOIOO to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Smog,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.