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 Ireland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.