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 Albania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.