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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.