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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti to the funk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.