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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the punk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.