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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.