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 Mongolia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.