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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 clarinet 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.