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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.