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 Zambia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Black Dice to the funk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.