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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.