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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Index,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.