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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Cameo,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.