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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.