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 Togo 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
The Standells,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.