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 Vanuatu 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 Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.