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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Mo-Dettes to the techno 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.