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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Moleskins to the grunge 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.