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 Netherlands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wire to the dance 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.