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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.