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 Chile and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
UT,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Brick,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.