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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.