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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.