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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 the Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
the Slits,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.