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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.