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 Colombia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.