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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.