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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tom Boy to the disco 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Television,
The American Breed,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.