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 France and from Lyon.
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 Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.