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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 synthesizer 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.