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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the punk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.