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 New Zealand and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.