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 Canada and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.