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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.