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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.