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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson 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?
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
the Association,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.