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 France and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.