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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Niagra to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange 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?
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.