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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.