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 Fiji 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.