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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.