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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.