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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 The American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.