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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Grauzone to the grunge 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.