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 Germany and from Milan.
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 Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.