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 Jamaica and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gladiators to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
UT,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.