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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Invisible,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.