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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Jawbox to the grunge 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.