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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Blancmange to the rap 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Wings,
Skaos,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.