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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 The Residents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.