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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Visage,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.