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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.