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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.