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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.