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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Smog,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.