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 Nepal and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.