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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 808 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 The Mummies to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.