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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy to the disco 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.