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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Bill Wells to the dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Nico,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.