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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.