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 Laos and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.