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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.