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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.