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 Swaziland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.