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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.