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 Chad and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
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 guitar 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.