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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 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 Donald Byrd to the rock 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ 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?
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.