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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.