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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Cramps,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.