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 Niger and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.