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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Hardrive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.