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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.