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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.