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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.