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 China and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Swans to the grime 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.