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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.