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 Malta and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.