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 Tuvalu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.