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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.