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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 The Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Mars,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.