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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Fear,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.