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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.