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 Suriname and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the punk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
The Martian,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.