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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.