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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Accadde A to the rock 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.