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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Organ,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.