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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.