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 Malta 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.