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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.