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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.