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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 The Cowsills to the punk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.