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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
10cc,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.