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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.