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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 funk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.