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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.