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 Monaco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.