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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Leaves to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.