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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Fear,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.