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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 The Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Suicide,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.