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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.