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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
The Names,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.