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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
X-102,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.