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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Skriet to the dance 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.