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 Malta 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.