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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.