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 Swaziland and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 The Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Scion,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.