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 Egypt and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
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.