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 Poland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Suicide,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.