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 Cuba 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.