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 Belarus and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley 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?
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.