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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.