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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.