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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.