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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.