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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Angry Samoans 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
The Move,
ABBA,
Nico,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.