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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.