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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
MDC,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.