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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.