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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.