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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 disco 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.