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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 dance 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Crime,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.