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 Australia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Junior Murvin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.