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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Joey Negro to the dance 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.