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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.