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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.