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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.