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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.