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 Angola and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Can,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.