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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.