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 Afghanistan and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Lyres,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.