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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Surgeon to the rock 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Roxette,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.