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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.