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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wings 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Japan,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.