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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 clarinet 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.