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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.