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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Suicide to the grunge 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.