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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Black Flag to the dance 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Lalann,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Pylon,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.