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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.