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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.