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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The J.B.'s to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes 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 grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.