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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
MDC,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.