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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Fear to the grunge 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.