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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.