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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Half Japanese 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.