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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.