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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Monks,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.