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 Canada and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.