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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.