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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.