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 Ireland 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.