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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.