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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Mars,
X-102,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.