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 Cuba and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.