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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.