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 Austria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Negative Approach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Green. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Wings,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Television,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.