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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.