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 Malta and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 China Crisis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
the Normal,
The Names,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.