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 El Salvador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Josef K to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.