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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.