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 Kiribati 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.