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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Television to the funk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Smog,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.