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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Smog to the dance 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.