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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.