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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.