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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
MDC,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.