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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Nas,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.