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 Fiji 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Red Krayola to the rap 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.