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 Moldova and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.