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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 The Leaves to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.