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 Albania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Don Cherry to the rock 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.