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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.