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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Magazine to the punk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.