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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Heaven 17 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.