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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.