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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Japan,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.