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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Prince Buster to the funk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.