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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Index,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.