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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.