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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.