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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.