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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Pylon,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.