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 Barbados and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
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.