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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.