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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.