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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.