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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.