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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 the Germs to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Television,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.