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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.