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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Christie to the rap 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.