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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.