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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.