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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
DNA,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.