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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Pus to the rock 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.