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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.