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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.