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 Barbados and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Reagan Youth to the rock 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.