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 Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.