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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.