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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smoke to the punk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.