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 Bahamas 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.