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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.