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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.