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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the jazz 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.