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 El Salvador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 snare 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.