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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.