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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
cv313,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.