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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Q65,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.