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 Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.