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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Second Layer to the rock 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.