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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.