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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.