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 San Marino and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Television,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.