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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Slave,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.