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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.