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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.