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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Livin' Joy to the disco 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.