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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 The Fire Engines to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.