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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
the Slits,
ABC,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.