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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.