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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 The Happenings to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.