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 Comoros 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.