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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.