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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the punk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.