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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Josef K to the rap 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.