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 Guyana 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.