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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.