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 Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Newcleus to the grunge 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.