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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Symarip,
The Human League,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.