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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 David McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Mars,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.