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 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.