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 Malta 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.