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 Switzerland and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.