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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Saints to the grunge 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.