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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Masters at Work 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
MC5,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.