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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.