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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.