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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.