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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Jerry's Kids to the dance 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
The Index,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.