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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.