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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.