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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.