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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
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 808 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 Organ to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.