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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.