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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Seeds to the techno 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
The Slits,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.