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 Norway 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.