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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.