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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.