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 Grenada 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.