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 Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the electroclash 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Gong,
cv313,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.