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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.