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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Cecil Taylor 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
UT,
Wire,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.