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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.