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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Bad Manners to the disco 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.