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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.