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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.