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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the rap 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.