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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.