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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.