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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Y Pants to the grime 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.