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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Nico,
Wire,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.