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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.