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 Honduras and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.