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 Sierra Leone and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.