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 East Timor 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.