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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Cluster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.