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 United States and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.