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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.