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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Can,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.