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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.