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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.