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 United States and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 The Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Technova,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.