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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.