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 Samoa 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.