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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 theremin 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 The Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
UT,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.