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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Pretty Things to the jazz 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.