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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.