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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.