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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.