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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Nico,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.