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 Thailand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.