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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
The Index,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.