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 Brunei 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.