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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.