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 Qatar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.