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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.