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 Palau and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.