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 Norway 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.