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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Wasted Youth 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.