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 Zimbabwe 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.