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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 OOIOO to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.