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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Brick,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.