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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Wings to the grime 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.