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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.