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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.