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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Detroit Cobras to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.