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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.