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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.