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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Parry Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Cale,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.