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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.