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 Mexico and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
The Litter,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.