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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q65,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.