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 the UAE and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.