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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Flesh Eaters to the techno 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.