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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Days. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.