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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.