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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat to the rock 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.