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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Quantec to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.