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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.