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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.