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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the rock 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.