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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.