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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.