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 Haiti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.