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 Iceland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Foxx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.