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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Can,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.