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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Monks,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.