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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.