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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Index to the grime 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.