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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.