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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Lakeside to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
The Zeros,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.