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 Antigua 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Whodini,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.