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 Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oneida to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.