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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.