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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Sex Pistols to the disco 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.