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 Gambia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.