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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the grime 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.