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 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.