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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.