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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.