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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül II to the grime 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.