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 Iceland 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.