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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.