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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.