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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 snare 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.