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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
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.