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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Smog,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.