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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.