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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.