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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace 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?
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.