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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.