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 Indonesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.