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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
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.