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 Mexico and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.