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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Crime to the techno 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Deakin,
Brick,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.