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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 The Slits to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Mars,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.