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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sunsets and Hearts 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Index,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.