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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the rock 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.